Meeting Benches World art in all forms

SERENATA “Lungo le rive del fiume la notte si sta bagnando e sui seni di Lolita muoiono d’amore i rami. Muoiono d’amore i rami. La notte nuda canta sui ponti di marzo. Lolita lava il suo corpo con acqua salmastra e nardi. Muoiono d’amore i rami. Luccica in alto sui tetti la notte d’argento e d’anice. Argento di rivi e …

BITTER LOVE “Bitter Love, purple crowned with thorns, Bush among many passions fraught, launches of pain, of rage, corolla for which roads and how did you live to my soul? Why did you precipitate your painful fire, suddenly, between the cold leaves of my road? Who taught you the steps that brought you unto me? Which flower, stone, smoke you …

BENEDETTO SIA  – “Benedetto sia il giorno e il mese e lo anno e la stagione e il tempo e la ora e il punto e il bel paese e il luogo dove io fui raggiunto dai due begli occhi che legato mi hanno; e benedetto il primo dolce affanno che io ebbi ad essere con amor congiunto, e lo …

GOODBYE – V. Sereni: And there, light, you go on the wind, you get lost in the evening. MAYBE STILL – Anonymous, Hawaii Islands: She could still come. But who would sing the song? Past is his day. Gone is the image of her. You, a woman estranged. I, a man estranged. TOWARDS A BORDER – G. Gozzano: When The …

MORNING PRAYER “For me it’s dark, but you there is light, I’m alone, but you do not leave me are cowardly, but there is help from you are restless, but you no peace in me there is bitterness, but you patience I do not understand your ways, but you know the right path for me. “ (Dietrich Bonhoeffer)

Famous, even in midwinter, this island from the high Coast is waiting for you, now. Funchal-its capital-is an opportunity to taste the famous wines of the island but also for quiet walks or excursions can be enjoyed. I recommend you write some annotations, so as not to miss some opportunities: a walk in Praca do Municipio and the Museu de …

DEAD WATER “This is the moat of putrid water and despair, not a breath of the breeze ruffles. Better throw ourselves even ferracci rusted and copper pieces, and without remorse even the leftovers of the meal. Maybe the copper pieces they want to become green as jade, and tin boxes you embroider some peach flower petal; let the anointed make …

LANGUAGES “Many languages now spoken in this world. Flying above the words, meet, meet, bump, creating sparks, sometimes hate, sometimes love. The skyscraper of rationality, but collapses without vocals, with fragile and light thoughts. Bamboo tablets, a handwoven basket filled with poisonous mushrooms blinds. Those rock paintings quadrupeds we trample the flowers above, but a secret shower develops somewhere on …